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it’s an afterward
moving
this of giving poetry
a way
to talk about the beauty
lingering
unseen
sensitivity shining
bright
in our darker days
when we
think there’s little
to be seen
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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non hai dubbi
quando sei
nel posto giusto
la tua anima si estende
se ne esce volando tu la segui in
qualche modo con le parole
e anche senza
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Questa poesia fa parte della nuova opera California Notebooks 02
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just before
I breathed in I was
breathing out
I run to this
place to be with you
you seem aloof
to life or to give
anything out afraid
even to receive
I play with the birds
trills as people rush
home from work
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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I left the valley
green and humid
where wind was but
a rare guest for
the coast to be blown
away by crosswinds
sunlight and waves running
around with my wet suit
catching waves long
trips to the unknown
marine depths now I find
myself in the desert away
from things experienced
before synced in with my
passion for the new
landscapes of the spirit
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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I prefer the warm
rays of love to the
chills of any fear to
the dampness of
uncertainty
I like to see long
shadows departing
from me on any side
I don’t care as long
as they witness
my abiding
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it’s the tenderness
of the sky
laying his shroud
over me
in the morning that
opens my eyes
to gratitude
glimpses of love
peeking through
as little drops left
after the rain
on the heads
of grass blades
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks Vol. 02
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the sound of listening
intense in the desert
morning rising to beauty
sitting in the sun
waiting for silence
to fill me from within
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it’s part of nature
to wait it took me
a long time to get
it to taste the truth
of such statement
beauty of flowers
starts in the cycle
the seed growing
in darkness eyeing
the sky smiling to
the breeze falling
asleep at night so
many times until
it’s fall come in
time that is a
repeat that
is patience at his best
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it is right by the side
of the road the Cathedral
In The Pines Cemetery
as if you could just roll
off the side of the road
dead and ready to lay
where there are no fences
but some more noise to
endure or is it a reminder
when the sun hides
at sunset behind red
blood colored clouds
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the seduction of silence
lays in between pages
behind printed letters
it breaths and live
in spite of your sight
beauty that never gets
old a thousand dawns
rising slowly within
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silence i miss
and a shaved head
a secluded
place and a bit of light
into this
confusing night
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I gather my thoughts
bending a little
away from the wind
that clears skies
from darkness of clouds
the air is gold
colored tiny speckles
dancing away a tip
a tap one tip more
fingers tapping with
closed eyes
a dance suspended
draw me closer
to your rhythm before
the next silence
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I have worn shoes
covered with trails
dust sticking loud
louder than my long
path of silence I
have asked to see
the way I could tread
barefoot as in a dream
where roads aren’t
hard where people
say without speaking
love is reverence
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Happy News! California Notebooks vol.02 is now available on Amazon in the e-book vrs. “The poetic desert trip continues toward unusual places and new destinations… Poetry is the magic bus that takes us to beauty, to the invisible geography of the spirit.” The volume is compiled of 100 poems in bilingual format (EN/ITA). Cost $ 8.99
Buone Nuove! Il secondo volume dei California Notebooks (Quaderni Californiani) è ora disponibile nel formato e-book. “Continua il viaggio poetico verso luoghi inusuali e nuove tappe… La poesia è l’omnibus che ci porta alla bellezza, all’invisibile, una geografia dello spirito.” Il volume comprende 100 poesie in formato bilingue (ING/ITA) e costa 5.99 euro.
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Have a nice weekend! Che sia un buon fine settimana! Anna
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while I learn to move my ears
in the air to grasp whispers
poetry explains itself
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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